Have you noticed all the social media challenges lately, and I am not talking about the brilliantly marketed ice bucket challenge for ALS, but the "grateful" challenges. While it is a fantastic concept, to sit back for 3 or 5 days (depending on who sent it to you) and reflect on 3 things you are thankful for, grateful for, happy thoughts, whatever, you name it. Great, right?! We should all do this, all the time. We should live in this state of mind. In reality, this just drives me bonkers. Like for some reason, it seriously bothers me. Maybe I am just jealous that no one tagged me? hmmm? But, now, I really want someone to tag me so I can by sarcastic and rude. Who is this "new" self. Who stole my apple pie outlook and let in this bitchy imposter? I think this is the new 40. I don't give a rats ass anymore.
So here you go, 3 things in 5 minutes instead of 5 days.
1. I am thankful that I didn't have a vertigo episode when I was in "rockstar" pose at yoga this morning. Oh and that I didn't fart during class, there were only 3 of us, it would have been obvious.
2. I am grateful that I have a drip coffee machine in my kitchen and milk that is only 11 days old to pour in it.
3. I am happy for that 30 minute nap this evening, when both the kids were gone. Should I have been a good wife and instigated some romantic relations? Perhaps. He should just be thankful that the thought even passed through my mind, even if I chose to ignore it and sleep instead.
So, I think that was 5 actual things, or maybe 6, but you get the idea.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Seriously Tripping
Can not believe it is mid-July and I have not posted about "vacation" yet. As soon as school let out at the end of June, the girls, dog and I hopped in the car for our first serious road trip. We took 11 days and over 2000 miles! Hubs showed up to help with the last 700+ miles though (thank god!) Here's the recap.
The first night in a hotel north of Baltimore, I almost threw in the towel and drove home. I had taken a course that day at the Culinary Institute across the river from us (1 hr drive) so we didn't start our road trip until 5pm and I had already driven 100 miles that day. There was a wedding group staying at the hotel, so as each guest arrived back to their room anytime between 11:30pm and 3am, my dog went ballistic. I actually had to get up and walk her at 2:30am. It was not pretty. Plus, I had snuck her in, so I was so nervous that we would get caught. Day 2, after approximately 2 hours of sleep, we took the long way around DC but had no traffic and made pretty good time down to my college roommates house south of Raleigh. After a great overnight visit, we made the final push to my parents. We spent 5 days there and had fun with my brothers and my nephew and with my parents. We hit the beach twice, the pool numerous times, plus manicures with grammy and the golf range with grampy. All was good.
Then we split up the trip to Knoxville, TN by driving to my aunts' in Columbia, SC for an overnight. The only mishap on this leg was the pouring rain and my driving on the wrong side of the road at South of the Border. Other than freaking out my 13 year old co-pilot we were fine and I quickly pulled over for some disgusting tacos.
Knoxville for a visit with my grandmother was very low-key and relaxing. We did get the 87 year old and her walker out to the movies to see Maleficent and to dinner at Bravo. It was some good ole QT with the girls' great-grandmother. Hubs flew in after many flight delays, got 6 hours of sleep and then we drove all the way home. I logged approximately 1500 miles of driving on this trip which is approximately 1400 more than I drive on any family road trip we normally take. You see my patting myself on the back, right?!
Highlight - I let the kids each pick out a t-shirt at the beach shop near Wrightsville Beach. Car really wanted a tank which took much longer to find in the piles, but we found one! I washed it and as I was folding it I realized this is what the logo said -
Yup - my 10 year old just wants to have Rum. Mom of the year right over here! I guess our eyes saw something completely different and much more age appropriate.
I did grab my box cutter and worked some wonders if I do say so myself. There may be a few small holes, but at least she can wear it in public now. And, I do think this is something we will laugh about for the next 40 years.
The first night in a hotel north of Baltimore, I almost threw in the towel and drove home. I had taken a course that day at the Culinary Institute across the river from us (1 hr drive) so we didn't start our road trip until 5pm and I had already driven 100 miles that day. There was a wedding group staying at the hotel, so as each guest arrived back to their room anytime between 11:30pm and 3am, my dog went ballistic. I actually had to get up and walk her at 2:30am. It was not pretty. Plus, I had snuck her in, so I was so nervous that we would get caught. Day 2, after approximately 2 hours of sleep, we took the long way around DC but had no traffic and made pretty good time down to my college roommates house south of Raleigh. After a great overnight visit, we made the final push to my parents. We spent 5 days there and had fun with my brothers and my nephew and with my parents. We hit the beach twice, the pool numerous times, plus manicures with grammy and the golf range with grampy. All was good.
Then we split up the trip to Knoxville, TN by driving to my aunts' in Columbia, SC for an overnight. The only mishap on this leg was the pouring rain and my driving on the wrong side of the road at South of the Border. Other than freaking out my 13 year old co-pilot we were fine and I quickly pulled over for some disgusting tacos.
Knoxville for a visit with my grandmother was very low-key and relaxing. We did get the 87 year old and her walker out to the movies to see Maleficent and to dinner at Bravo. It was some good ole QT with the girls' great-grandmother. Hubs flew in after many flight delays, got 6 hours of sleep and then we drove all the way home. I logged approximately 1500 miles of driving on this trip which is approximately 1400 more than I drive on any family road trip we normally take. You see my patting myself on the back, right?!
Highlight - I let the kids each pick out a t-shirt at the beach shop near Wrightsville Beach. Car really wanted a tank which took much longer to find in the piles, but we found one! I washed it and as I was folding it I realized this is what the logo said -Yup - my 10 year old just wants to have Rum. Mom of the year right over here! I guess our eyes saw something completely different and much more age appropriate.
I did grab my box cutter and worked some wonders if I do say so myself. There may be a few small holes, but at least she can wear it in public now. And, I do think this is something we will laugh about for the next 40 years.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Seriously Fitting?
Well, Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. May your day be filled with good weather, good company and good spirits! Unfortunately, I will not get to see my own dad (he lives 600+ miles away).
To hubs - who is the greatest! It may not be the most ideal Father's Day in all of history but we do hope you enjoy it in the best way that you can. Here is the breakdown -
6am-11am - golf with his buds
11am - 11:45am - late breakfast with his kids
11:45am - 2:30pm - Hubs tends to his garden and reads the paper while his girls are backstage helping at the little kids dance recital
2:30-3:45am - picnic lunch in the car outside the recital theater. Talk about family fun!
4pm - 8pm - Hubs will nap and perhaps watch some sports and perhaps start dinner while the girls and I are at dance recital
8pm - 9pm - late dinner as a fam and then bed - it is a school night around these parts.
So, he gets approximately 3 hours with his kids today. Not really sure if that's what Father's Day is all about, but at least he gets to skip sitting through recital 2 days in a row- maybe that's the most fitting Father's Day gift of all?
To hubs - who is the greatest! It may not be the most ideal Father's Day in all of history but we do hope you enjoy it in the best way that you can. Here is the breakdown -
6am-11am - golf with his buds
11am - 11:45am - late breakfast with his kids
11:45am - 2:30pm - Hubs tends to his garden and reads the paper while his girls are backstage helping at the little kids dance recital
2:30-3:45am - picnic lunch in the car outside the recital theater. Talk about family fun!
4pm - 8pm - Hubs will nap and perhaps watch some sports and perhaps start dinner while the girls and I are at dance recital
8pm - 9pm - late dinner as a fam and then bed - it is a school night around these parts.
So, he gets approximately 3 hours with his kids today. Not really sure if that's what Father's Day is all about, but at least he gets to skip sitting through recital 2 days in a row- maybe that's the most fitting Father's Day gift of all?
Monday, June 2, 2014
Seriously Fizzling
Grades for report cards are due in less than two weeks so you know what that means? We are cramming in the remainder of the curriculum and testing the children at a Dover Downs kind of pace. Car was in tears today trying to find verbs in a verb phrase, three times she circled nouns (she is 10 years old people) We.are.just.done.
If we finish out the year all in one piece it will be a miracle. Between 3 lacrosse games this week, on top of girl scouts for both and my leader meeting, 12 dance classes, two golf lessons and piano we are bit over scheduled to say the least. Oh, and hubs is gonna be gone Tuesday - Sunday. And, this is not even recital week. Next week should be a real kick in the ass.
The two meltdowns that occurred between 3:15 and 3:30pm from Car is not a good indication of how this is all going to go. And, I think I am PMSing again, already. My cycle is dwindling down to every 22-25 days, so this does not fare well for the overall vibe in this house either, as admittedly I am a little testy during the 7 days leading up to the menses. So, you do the math on how often that's occurring, it ain't pretty.
Wish me luck. See you on the other side... of a margarita glass if I don't throw in the towel before then.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Seriously Kicked
Love a long weekend at home! I so wish it meant summer was actually upon us. But, here in New York, we have weeks and weeks until the real fun begins, about 4 more in fact. It is a busy time of year with testing, field trips, sports, banquets, parties, and recitals. I am sick of studying with my kids, sick of reminding them to do homework, sick of reminding them to practice their instruments, sick of carpooling them all over the county for sports and events, sick of having to schedule out every moment of every day, including my shower.
But, you know what, this weekend we had a reprieve. We were lucky to have just a few events that they had to be at (piano, dance and guitar) otherwise we were free! On Memorial Day a brilliant friend had the brilliant idea of our entire bunco group renting out the picnic area at the large county park just outside of town. So, we had a playground, a pavilion, bathrooms and a field all to ourselves. 25 families which included 65 children! It was affordable ($15/family) and we each brought our own food, toys and drinks. There was a massive water gun fight, there was ladder ball and corn hole, there was sidewalk chalk and hula hoops, there was playground fun and volleyball. But the most fun for me, was the kickball. This is a game I have probably not played in 20+ years and it truly is so much fun! First, just the moms played, it was hilarious and easy and no pressure. Then the kids and dads played which was exciting and silly and active and then an adults only game which was competitive, intense and exhausting. Usually at these events, when the 35+ age group participates in a sporting event together there is at least one "major" injury. I did strain my hip from trying to steal 2nd base, but I am seriously accident prone, so I got off easy considering, actually, we all got off easy.
I may be pushing it but I think I may try to coordinate an adult kickball league here in small town. Once a week, bring a cooler, your family and let the good times roll...
But, you know what, this weekend we had a reprieve. We were lucky to have just a few events that they had to be at (piano, dance and guitar) otherwise we were free! On Memorial Day a brilliant friend had the brilliant idea of our entire bunco group renting out the picnic area at the large county park just outside of town. So, we had a playground, a pavilion, bathrooms and a field all to ourselves. 25 families which included 65 children! It was affordable ($15/family) and we each brought our own food, toys and drinks. There was a massive water gun fight, there was ladder ball and corn hole, there was sidewalk chalk and hula hoops, there was playground fun and volleyball. But the most fun for me, was the kickball. This is a game I have probably not played in 20+ years and it truly is so much fun! First, just the moms played, it was hilarious and easy and no pressure. Then the kids and dads played which was exciting and silly and active and then an adults only game which was competitive, intense and exhausting. Usually at these events, when the 35+ age group participates in a sporting event together there is at least one "major" injury. I did strain my hip from trying to steal 2nd base, but I am seriously accident prone, so I got off easy considering, actually, we all got off easy.
I may be pushing it but I think I may try to coordinate an adult kickball league here in small town. Once a week, bring a cooler, your family and let the good times roll...
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Seriously Waxed
This post may make you uncomfortable because I am going to talk about my hoo hoo, you know, my beave. So, if this is the future and you are my dad or any male relative that stumbled upon this post (anyone beyond 2nd cousins are fine) stop reading now. I have adequately warned you.
At the ripe old age of 40, I decided to get my first ever bikini wax in preparation for my girl's weekend with my college housemates next week. I always wondered what all the hype was about and if it really is better than just shaving. So these are my take-a-ways from this experience.
1. Why do women succumb themselves to this torture every 3 weeks for their entire adult lives during bathing suit season? Hot wax, the most sensitive part of your body, and the eye watering, clenched fist rip of what feels like your entire top layer of skin, 15 times in a row. I still cannot believe I was not oozing blood.
2. "Isn't this so much better than razor burn" says the technician. Um, jury is still out on that one. I did have what appeared to be razor burn or it must have been 'open pore burn' for 2 days afterwards. The red, splotchy, swollen skin around my lady parts lasted for days and days. Razor burn if treated correctly is not so bad (Aloe Vera lotion right after the shower, then air dry for at least 10 minutes - Yes I am an expert, I have had 27 years experience with shaving this area and I have extremely sensitive skin). With the wax job my reaction was so bad, I had to apply bacitracin for the first 2 days before I could even switch to Aloe Vera.
3. Maybe it is just my skin. I did have one brow wax about 13 years ago that also ended very, very badly as the swollen, red space above and below the brow caused me to wear a baseball cap for 3 days until I would allow anyone to actually look me in the face.
4. I also had no idea that a standard bikini wax in which I kept my undies on, resulted in a landing strip. Four days later and hubs just starts laughing out loud when I get out of the shower. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he knows how sensitive my skin is and how many horrible cosmetic and adhesive reactions I have had over the years, this is just another something to add to the growing list of stupid heather decisions.
5. I am so glad I rescheduled this for 8 days before my girl's weekend and not the day before as I had originally planned. One little checkmark for me :).
6. I keep finding strays that the technician missed so every time I get out of the shower I am using tweezers to finish the job.
7. No one told me it could lead to bruising...
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Enjoy your day!
At the ripe old age of 40, I decided to get my first ever bikini wax in preparation for my girl's weekend with my college housemates next week. I always wondered what all the hype was about and if it really is better than just shaving. So these are my take-a-ways from this experience.
1. Why do women succumb themselves to this torture every 3 weeks for their entire adult lives during bathing suit season? Hot wax, the most sensitive part of your body, and the eye watering, clenched fist rip of what feels like your entire top layer of skin, 15 times in a row. I still cannot believe I was not oozing blood.
2. "Isn't this so much better than razor burn" says the technician. Um, jury is still out on that one. I did have what appeared to be razor burn or it must have been 'open pore burn' for 2 days afterwards. The red, splotchy, swollen skin around my lady parts lasted for days and days. Razor burn if treated correctly is not so bad (Aloe Vera lotion right after the shower, then air dry for at least 10 minutes - Yes I am an expert, I have had 27 years experience with shaving this area and I have extremely sensitive skin). With the wax job my reaction was so bad, I had to apply bacitracin for the first 2 days before I could even switch to Aloe Vera.
3. Maybe it is just my skin. I did have one brow wax about 13 years ago that also ended very, very badly as the swollen, red space above and below the brow caused me to wear a baseball cap for 3 days until I would allow anyone to actually look me in the face.
4. I also had no idea that a standard bikini wax in which I kept my undies on, resulted in a landing strip. Four days later and hubs just starts laughing out loud when I get out of the shower. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he knows how sensitive my skin is and how many horrible cosmetic and adhesive reactions I have had over the years, this is just another something to add to the growing list of stupid heather decisions.
5. I am so glad I rescheduled this for 8 days before my girl's weekend and not the day before as I had originally planned. One little checkmark for me :).
6. I keep finding strays that the technician missed so every time I get out of the shower I am using tweezers to finish the job.
7. No one told me it could lead to bruising...
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Enjoy your day!
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Seriously Texas
I wish a vacation high lasted a few days after you get home, actually I would even take a few hours. We had a great time! I highly recommend a trip to Texas. Everything is bigger and better in Texas. I can plan it all for you, even on a budget, I am a queen at budget trip planning because I over-think and over-research everything. I think I must have been a travel agent in a past life. Seeing our friends that moved away to Dallas was so bitter sweet. We had such an awesome visit and the kids were all amazing together and it just reiterated how much we miss them and how great we had it when they lived 3 blocks away. So, we will be going back to Dallas. We also toured the cities of Austin and San Antonio. So much to see and do, and we only hit a few of the things I would have liked to. Austin has t-shirts and signs all about that say "Keep Austin Weird". I think that about sums up Austin, but weird in a quirky fun kind of way, for sure. After our city tours we visited hub's cousin at his "ranch" outside of Houston. It is a ranch as it has wild animals roaming, but not the kind of ranch you are thinking of, this one is all African mammals like Oryx, Impala, Fallow Deer, Sable, and many more. The house is amazing with these sweeping views of these meadows where the animals live. We drove over to a nearby horse ranch to horseback ride, so the girls got to experience that, as well.
On the trip we took our nephew's Flat Charlie, so he too, could have a Texas adventure. I feel there could be a book just about Flat Charlie and all of his adventures. And I will leave you with a few:
On the trip we took our nephew's Flat Charlie, so he too, could have a Texas adventure. I feel there could be a book just about Flat Charlie and all of his adventures. And I will leave you with a few:
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Flat Charlie and our friends where Kennedy
was shot in Dallas (Lee Harvey Oswald shot from
rectangle window 2nd down from top on right)
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Flat Charlie touring Austin via the DuckBoat
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| Flat Charlie at a concert at Austin City Limits - he got into a scuffle in my purse and broke (off) his arm |
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| Flat Charlie at the Alamo in San Antonio |
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| Flat Charlie with "Whitey" a sable at the ranch |
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| Flat Charlie horseback riding |
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| Flat Charlie and the zebra head pillow at the ranch - look closely it is an actual zebra's face |
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Flat Charlie's appt with the plastic "surgeon" to
repair his arm on Monday morning
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Thursday, April 17, 2014
Seriously 30!
Well, today is day 30. I actually did it. 30 blogs in 30 days. Thank you dear readers for humoring me- follow me OK? I will keep blogging but promise to keep it to a few times a month now.
For the most part, it has been a lot of fun to get back into writing, to have an outlet to vent, to share my life, and to remember funny and meaningful (word of the day) events and stories. Every once in a while, I really did not want to blog, but in those moments I really did not want to do anything, so it didn't have anything to do with writing.
At home, I am frantically trying to get the house and the family ready for our trip. We have dog sitters coming to stay, hence getting the house ready and now all you would be robbers now know our house will be occupied, sorry, maybe next time. I have piles of clothes that I hope fit into the two paid checked bags we get. I have been excessively applying tanning lotion to be legs in hopes that my pale, spidery legs don't look as severely out of place in Texas where everyone has a golden tan 365 days a year.
We are all excited about what we are calling our Hee-haw Tour of Texas Spring Break. We will see friends first that moved to Dallas last summer, then a few days in Austin and San Antonio and then off to hubs cousin's ranch west of Houston. He imports African mammals, so that will be interesting and we will go horseback riding, as well. We love a good authentic vacation and I think we are going to get one this time around!
Adios.
For the most part, it has been a lot of fun to get back into writing, to have an outlet to vent, to share my life, and to remember funny and meaningful (word of the day) events and stories. Every once in a while, I really did not want to blog, but in those moments I really did not want to do anything, so it didn't have anything to do with writing.
At home, I am frantically trying to get the house and the family ready for our trip. We have dog sitters coming to stay, hence getting the house ready and now all you would be robbers now know our house will be occupied, sorry, maybe next time. I have piles of clothes that I hope fit into the two paid checked bags we get. I have been excessively applying tanning lotion to be legs in hopes that my pale, spidery legs don't look as severely out of place in Texas where everyone has a golden tan 365 days a year.
We are all excited about what we are calling our Hee-haw Tour of Texas Spring Break. We will see friends first that moved to Dallas last summer, then a few days in Austin and San Antonio and then off to hubs cousin's ranch west of Houston. He imports African mammals, so that will be interesting and we will go horseback riding, as well. We love a good authentic vacation and I think we are going to get one this time around!
Adios.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Seriously Sentimental
I left work early today because I got a phone call from school that MK had a red, sore throat. We went to the doctor and the rapid strep came back negative, she has no fever, so let's hope this is nothing and some hot tea and sleep will do the trick before we head out for our trip.
When we got home, it felt like the perfect time to watch a movie she got for Christmas, that we had not watched yet, "Stand By Me". You know, the one from 1986 with River Phoenix (Chris), Corey Feldman (Teddy) and Jerry O'Connell (Vern), and...hmmm, I forget who played Gordie. This may have been my favorite movie as a kid (with Goonies close behind) and hence why MK got it under the Christmas tree. I feel it is a sentimental right of passage for her to watch this with me and someday in a few years I hope to watch it with Car also. It is rated R (which I was shocked about and don't remember this being the case when I was twelve) and it does have a lot of bad language but that's it. Anyway, this was my first "Hollywood" crush - River Phoenix. My first boy poster in my room, I watched the movie over and over with my BFF and could sing all the 1950's songs and remember all the quotes. I was a sophomore in college when he died, and actually cried over my nostalgia (word of the day) and that it was River that died, because when I was twelve I really felt like I loved him and I knew if he ever met me, he would love me too.
Here are some of my favorite quotes that really could just be some of my "life" quotes now, so listen up:
When we got home, it felt like the perfect time to watch a movie she got for Christmas, that we had not watched yet, "Stand By Me". You know, the one from 1986 with River Phoenix (Chris), Corey Feldman (Teddy) and Jerry O'Connell (Vern), and...hmmm, I forget who played Gordie. This may have been my favorite movie as a kid (with Goonies close behind) and hence why MK got it under the Christmas tree. I feel it is a sentimental right of passage for her to watch this with me and someday in a few years I hope to watch it with Car also. It is rated R (which I was shocked about and don't remember this being the case when I was twelve) and it does have a lot of bad language but that's it. Anyway, this was my first "Hollywood" crush - River Phoenix. My first boy poster in my room, I watched the movie over and over with my BFF and could sing all the 1950's songs and remember all the quotes. I was a sophomore in college when he died, and actually cried over my nostalgia (word of the day) and that it was River that died, because when I was twelve I really felt like I loved him and I knew if he ever met me, he would love me too.Here are some of my favorite quotes that really could just be some of my "life" quotes now, so listen up:
Gordie: Do you think I'm weird?
Chris: Definitely.
Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.
Teddy: This is my age! I'm in the prime of my youth, and I'll only be young once!
Chris: Yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Seriously Pamper?
Today was my day, yoga then a few errands and the spa - an 80-minute reflexology massage followed by a manicure and pedicure. I was so excited for this day to pamper (word of the day) myself. But, I kind of feel more like an actual pamper full of shit and tossed in the trash.
First, I had to pack lunches and feed and walk the dog in the rain. The cold, wet weather (welcome back!) made me incredibly irritable. Yoga was great other than those four 45 second dolphin planks she made us hold. You go try it; here is an image to reference. They suck.
Once I made it home, I did 3 loads of laundry, packed my clothes for Spring Break, ate lunch and prepared dinner for later. I had to pick the kids up from school early to make it to my spa appointment. Only one kid was ready when I got there. I had to wait 10 minutes, which then directly correlated into a loss of 20 minutes during my massage. So, even though I was in a little part of heaven during the massage, when I saw the clock after, I was just annoyed because I paid for 80 minutes and only got 60. But I didn't have the energy to complain. Also, I am seriously PMSing.
This "joke" pretty much sums it up. On the drive home from my pampering, I find out hubs will not be home this evening as he has a work dinner, which is fine, but I normally like more than 10 minutes notification since I had already prepared the caramelized onion, spinach, bacon and swiss quiche for us to eat for dinner. Then, I attempt to pack clothes with the girls for our Spring Break coming up. So, this resulted in a few, "um, no" and "you need to look presentable" comments by me. I have no idea when I will allow them to just pack themselves, maybe when they go off to college? It was just annoying and the whole thing was just frustrating. I did not want to lose my cool with either of them, this is supposed to be exciting and fun, but damn you PMS, you won again.
First, I had to pack lunches and feed and walk the dog in the rain. The cold, wet weather (welcome back!) made me incredibly irritable. Yoga was great other than those four 45 second dolphin planks she made us hold. You go try it; here is an image to reference. They suck.Once I made it home, I did 3 loads of laundry, packed my clothes for Spring Break, ate lunch and prepared dinner for later. I had to pick the kids up from school early to make it to my spa appointment. Only one kid was ready when I got there. I had to wait 10 minutes, which then directly correlated into a loss of 20 minutes during my massage. So, even though I was in a little part of heaven during the massage, when I saw the clock after, I was just annoyed because I paid for 80 minutes and only got 60. But I didn't have the energy to complain. Also, I am seriously PMSing.
This "joke" pretty much sums it up. On the drive home from my pampering, I find out hubs will not be home this evening as he has a work dinner, which is fine, but I normally like more than 10 minutes notification since I had already prepared the caramelized onion, spinach, bacon and swiss quiche for us to eat for dinner. Then, I attempt to pack clothes with the girls for our Spring Break coming up. So, this resulted in a few, "um, no" and "you need to look presentable" comments by me. I have no idea when I will allow them to just pack themselves, maybe when they go off to college? It was just annoying and the whole thing was just frustrating. I did not want to lose my cool with either of them, this is supposed to be exciting and fun, but damn you PMS, you won again.Monday, April 14, 2014
Serious(ly) Progress
The painting has begun. I love the color we chose - Benjamin Moore - Booth Bay Gray. It was worth all 8 samples. Because we went with this particular shade on the walls, the little turquoise entry table we have is now getting painted by me in one of the lighter shades so it won't clash. So, only 6 of the samples are going to waste. On the main stretch of wall, I have one of our Andrew Wyeth prints hanging with two hooks on either side. In my mind these hooks are strictly decorative or possibly for a "cool" hat or an artsy scarf. The children know to NEVER hang anything from these hooks, well, maybe not. They never could because hubs used them for his coats.
This picture was obviously from MK's birthday, but you can see how his coats (note the use of a plural noun) are hanging on one of the hooks. He, of course, finds absolutely nothing wrong with this. After 7+ years in this house of me telling him to not hang things there and me moving every coat, every day, to its proper place in the hall closet that is directly.across.from.the.hooks; yeah no, he never heard a word of it.
This evening, he began painting this section of the wall. I went on a run and came home to the hooks still there, when I know we had had a very distinct conversation about how with this facelift, the hooks were going bye, bye, forever. He asked for a veto (anyone watch two week's ago Modern Family?) Nope, not happening. So, after some mumbling under his breath and a few choice words, my hallway now looks like this.
Oh, it's the little things that make me satisfied (word of the day).
This picture was obviously from MK's birthday, but you can see how his coats (note the use of a plural noun) are hanging on one of the hooks. He, of course, finds absolutely nothing wrong with this. After 7+ years in this house of me telling him to not hang things there and me moving every coat, every day, to its proper place in the hall closet that is directly.across.from.the.hooks; yeah no, he never heard a word of it.
This evening, he began painting this section of the wall. I went on a run and came home to the hooks still there, when I know we had had a very distinct conversation about how with this facelift, the hooks were going bye, bye, forever. He asked for a veto (anyone watch two week's ago Modern Family?) Nope, not happening. So, after some mumbling under his breath and a few choice words, my hallway now looks like this.Oh, it's the little things that make me satisfied (word of the day).
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Seriously Great
We had a beautiful weekend in the northeast. The first of what I hope is at least three seasons worth of sunny weekend days. Yesterday was yard work, and practices during the day and then we helped host a Community Dinner in our town, which is always humbling and important for our kids to experience. Hubs and I even walked downtown for a late dinner on our own after that. Car played goalie in a lacrosse tournament this morning, she had at least 10 saves in the 4 games, if not more and we all got a little sunburnt, but it felt great (word of the day). We had ice cream with teammates and after Palm Sunday evening mass we hit golf balls and then went to our local Mexican restaurant for dinner. Really an awesome weekend. Too bad, it's 8:30pm and both girls have to study for tests. Sigh. That is not great.
You know what else is not great? That lady mumbling at the Community Dinner that we had no fried chicken. "Why doesn't anyone ever have fried chicken? It's always spaghetti and meatballs, must be because that's cheap," she says. I looked at her as I was clutching my ladle with plastic gloves over the hot pasta sauce in a very warm room and even though I wanted to punch her in the face, I responded, "Oh, your welcome, enjoy." Then she proceeded to take not one but two to-go containers. That was not humbling, that was truly annoying.
You know what else is not great? I forgot my epi pen at the lacrosse tournament today, so when a bee landed on my leg, I actually screamed and then thrust forward flailing to get it off of me, which resulted in me nailing my head into the railing and now I have an abrasion on my forehead.
But, you know what is great? Today after mass the same deacon I blogged about yesterday was outside greeting people as they left mass. He saw me, gave me a high five and I said, "Look, it's a miracle, I don't need me wheelchair anymore."
#greatweekend
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Seriously Sacred
Last night after dropping the tween/teens at their first semi-formal, I met one of the other mothers to stuff inserts into this Sunday's church bulletin. She and I do most of the marketing for our kid's school and so every 8 weeks or so we get the fun job of showcasing all the great things the children of the school are doing in a one page newsletter and then we stuff 500 of them into the bulletins. I have no idea how I got signed up for this particular job (i.e. big S on my forehead).
We head over to the church about 7:20pm. We thought it would be empty, we forgot about Lent and the whole Stations of the Cross thing. So we decide to hide in the passageway to the choir loft. There was a folding table so we set it up, took the only two seats available and started stuffing. About halfway through the service, the deacon's voice started getting louder and louder. He was going through each Station down the aisle closest to us. He peeked in and then turned off his mic. He came over to us and blessed us each by doing the sign of the cross on our foreheads. He then asked if we needed any prayers. Meanwhile, he is leaning over me, coaxing my arm and repeatedly doing the sign of the cross on my forehead. My friend is just looking at me funny. I say, "No, I'm good, thank you." he looks at my friend and she says, "Yes, please pray for my father" (who is having some health issues). He looks at me again, as he is still blessing me and consoling me. I say, "Sure, please pray for my brother" (dependency issues). He bestows the sign of the cross on my forehead, for the tenth time, and then re-enters the nave of the church and continues with the Stations.
I look at my friend and I said, "That was a little weird." She said, "I am not sure if he was hitting on you or if he really thought something was wrong with you." I asked if there was anything on my forehead, because he either just accosted it, or was really trying to rub something off of it. She then starts cracking up and says, "Oh my Gosh, he really did think something was wrong with you, you ARE sitting in a wheelchair."
There had only been one folding chair and the wheelchair in the hall, so instead of searching for another chair somewhere during the service, I just sat in it. I swear, it could have been one of the funniest things that have ever happened to me. The deacon did come back in later and asked me, "Are you just sitting in that chair, or do you need that chair?" So, he did pick up on the fact that I was a bit perplexed by all of his attention (word of the day).
#stilllaughing #beyondblessed
We head over to the church about 7:20pm. We thought it would be empty, we forgot about Lent and the whole Stations of the Cross thing. So we decide to hide in the passageway to the choir loft. There was a folding table so we set it up, took the only two seats available and started stuffing. About halfway through the service, the deacon's voice started getting louder and louder. He was going through each Station down the aisle closest to us. He peeked in and then turned off his mic. He came over to us and blessed us each by doing the sign of the cross on our foreheads. He then asked if we needed any prayers. Meanwhile, he is leaning over me, coaxing my arm and repeatedly doing the sign of the cross on my forehead. My friend is just looking at me funny. I say, "No, I'm good, thank you." he looks at my friend and she says, "Yes, please pray for my father" (who is having some health issues). He looks at me again, as he is still blessing me and consoling me. I say, "Sure, please pray for my brother" (dependency issues). He bestows the sign of the cross on my forehead, for the tenth time, and then re-enters the nave of the church and continues with the Stations.
I look at my friend and I said, "That was a little weird." She said, "I am not sure if he was hitting on you or if he really thought something was wrong with you." I asked if there was anything on my forehead, because he either just accosted it, or was really trying to rub something off of it. She then starts cracking up and says, "Oh my Gosh, he really did think something was wrong with you, you ARE sitting in a wheelchair."
There had only been one folding chair and the wheelchair in the hall, so instead of searching for another chair somewhere during the service, I just sat in it. I swear, it could have been one of the funniest things that have ever happened to me. The deacon did come back in later and asked me, "Are you just sitting in that chair, or do you need that chair?" So, he did pick up on the fact that I was a bit perplexed by all of his attention (word of the day).
#stilllaughing #beyondblessed
Friday, April 11, 2014
Seriously Drama
Having one teen and one tween girl = lots of drama going on over in this house this afternoon. Approximately, 1 hour after school pickup this is what has already gone down.
1. I was giving them their chores for the afternoon before the weekend "begins" and as I explained to Car how exactly she should clean the bathroom sink (as this usually ends in a wipe down of the basin of the sink only, not any space around it, not moving any of the sh%t all over the counter or the nasty toothbrush holder). Meanwhile, MK is growling and rolling her eyes at her sister over this conversation that.she.was.not.a.part.of.
2. I was telling MK that when her friends get here to get ready for their first semi-formal* tonight that they need to be conservative with the make-up- light shadow, light eye-liner, blush and lipgloss only. (They are 12 and 13 years old - 7th graders) I got, "Well, Jessica's mom lets her wear whatever makeup she wants." I said, "Well, I'm not letting any raccoon eyes out the door and her mom is dropping her off, so thanks for the heads up, I will be sure to discuss this with her mother."
3. Car and I were heading back from dropping MK at dance class and she lays into me about the summer dance schedule and which Lyrical class she should take, I told her what I discussed with her TEACHER and she starts yelling that it will be too easy and all "these" girls will be in it (I guess girls that she feels are not worthy of being in class with her). So walking in the front door, I am screaming at her, "I have no idea why this is a problem that you are yelling at ME about. I have no control over the schedule, no control over what the teacher told me and no control over how well you dance in the class, but somehow this is now my problem."** As I unlock the door I notice both my next door neighbors out on their front porches. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked in the door as Car stomped upstairs and slammed her door.
Good times. I am sure adding 5 more tween/teens to the mix in a half hour is going to be smooth sailing. Welcome to the celebration (word of the day) ladies, I mean the nuthouse.
*I have a kid old enough to go to a semi-formal, sigh.
**I have a dance mom bumper sticker on my car, which may explain a lot.
1. I was giving them their chores for the afternoon before the weekend "begins" and as I explained to Car how exactly she should clean the bathroom sink (as this usually ends in a wipe down of the basin of the sink only, not any space around it, not moving any of the sh%t all over the counter or the nasty toothbrush holder). Meanwhile, MK is growling and rolling her eyes at her sister over this conversation that.she.was.not.a.part.of.
2. I was telling MK that when her friends get here to get ready for their first semi-formal* tonight that they need to be conservative with the make-up- light shadow, light eye-liner, blush and lipgloss only. (They are 12 and 13 years old - 7th graders) I got, "Well, Jessica's mom lets her wear whatever makeup she wants." I said, "Well, I'm not letting any raccoon eyes out the door and her mom is dropping her off, so thanks for the heads up, I will be sure to discuss this with her mother."
3. Car and I were heading back from dropping MK at dance class and she lays into me about the summer dance schedule and which Lyrical class she should take, I told her what I discussed with her TEACHER and she starts yelling that it will be too easy and all "these" girls will be in it (I guess girls that she feels are not worthy of being in class with her). So walking in the front door, I am screaming at her, "I have no idea why this is a problem that you are yelling at ME about. I have no control over the schedule, no control over what the teacher told me and no control over how well you dance in the class, but somehow this is now my problem."** As I unlock the door I notice both my next door neighbors out on their front porches. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked in the door as Car stomped upstairs and slammed her door.
Good times. I am sure adding 5 more tween/teens to the mix in a half hour is going to be smooth sailing. Welcome to the celebration (word of the day) ladies, I mean the nuthouse.
*I have a kid old enough to go to a semi-formal, sigh.
**I have a dance mom bumper sticker on my car, which may explain a lot.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Seriously Singed
I never thought I would be one for product endorsement, but this one has really changed how I feel about my hair every single day. I had longer hair for about 6-7 years and decided to cut it choppy and shorter this fall. Approximately, one week after I had it cut, I was blow drying the top layer with my new round wire brush and as I pulled my hair through I realized I had singed it. I guess the heat on my hair dryer was too high for this particular brush?
I had never done anything like this to my hair (not counting those two perms - in '88 and '90 respectively- not sure why I didn't learn the first time). My stylist was just as shocked, so every 6-7 weeks she trims a bit of it off, but since these are short layers she can't really just chop it off. So, I am still dealing with this 7 months later.
Then, I was at Ulta a few weeks ago and after spending $140 on hairspray and bb cream, they gave me a free sample of this spray called It's a 10 miracle leave-in product. I love this stuff, it makes my hair so soft and the singed parts don't seem quite so rough.
Not sure if these before and after shots do justice of how bad my hair is, you have to look closely. But essentially without this stuff my hair resembles Beetlejuice after he's been electrocuted. It ain't pretty.
There you have it. I am being productive (word of the day) today with assisting all you dried out, singed and ratty hair gals and guys out there. I am rarely happy with any product I use anywhere on my body (I blame my parents for the bad genes) so if you are a product person - go out and buy this now.
I had never done anything like this to my hair (not counting those two perms - in '88 and '90 respectively- not sure why I didn't learn the first time). My stylist was just as shocked, so every 6-7 weeks she trims a bit of it off, but since these are short layers she can't really just chop it off. So, I am still dealing with this 7 months later.Then, I was at Ulta a few weeks ago and after spending $140 on hairspray and bb cream, they gave me a free sample of this spray called It's a 10 miracle leave-in product. I love this stuff, it makes my hair so soft and the singed parts don't seem quite so rough.
Not sure if these before and after shots do justice of how bad my hair is, you have to look closely. But essentially without this stuff my hair resembles Beetlejuice after he's been electrocuted. It ain't pretty.
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| Without It's a 10 - see the singed parts |
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| With It's a 10 - yes, I know you can still see some of the singed ends but doesn't it look softer in general? |
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Serioulsy Pain(t)ed
I think I have mentioned that I really want to get my kitchen redone. But, it is not happening now, so the next best thing is to update a different room. I did a reorg of our front hallway this fall, but didn't paint, and while it looks better than it did, it still needs some work. But, I am not the best about deciding on a color to use. That photo down there shows 5 different colors. There is another wall with um, I think, 3 more. We have decided, I think, on the one second from the left. It is called Booth Bay Gray. Please don't comment on a different color, as I have no more energy or money for more samples.
And, since our stairwell is a blah taupe with a "country" stencil along the rail from the previous owner (that was probably painted in 1999) it is time to paint that, as well. But painting a stairwell is a different ballgame than just a hallway. Since, we kind of need the ceilings done as well, I figured I would get a quote. Well, that did not go over well with hubs. While he is truly my best friend and who knew at age 20 I would be so intuitive (word of the day) to pick just the right life partner and father for my future children. And, he is really handy around the house. Also, he is not one of those guys who leave projects half done. But, (isn't there always a but) he is never home and when he is home, there are only like 2-3 hour windows to get any work done, so any one given project takes a solid 3 to 4 months to complete. Which can be truly painful. It took him 3 months to power wash, scrape the paint, sand and then paint our front porch last summer. And, we both hate the color now. Ok, back to my estimate on this paint job. So, so, not happening. He says, "When did this $100 job turn into a $1,000 job?" I said, well, "If we are getting the stairwell done, maybe we should get the ceilings done and the job would get done in a week and not 20 weeks."
Next morning, I spot hubs on the Lowes website looking at ladders. "So, you are really going to buy a ladder to paint the stairwell, even though you are a afraid of heights, and we have no idea what an estimate would even be," says me. 3 hours later he brought home the mother of all telescoping ladders (for $189) He sets it up in the stairwell to see how it would work and then got stuck between it and the railing (I was upstairs folding laundry and had no phone or camera on me or I would have taken a picture after I was done cackling at him). He had to carry it all the way up to fold it and carry it back down. Now it rests in.my.dining.room.
For the next 3 months or so, I have this lovely view from my kitchen. I should have just gotten the estimates without him knowing. At least, I would feel better about this situation.
#whycantijusthiresomeone
And, since our stairwell is a blah taupe with a "country" stencil along the rail from the previous owner (that was probably painted in 1999) it is time to paint that, as well. But painting a stairwell is a different ballgame than just a hallway. Since, we kind of need the ceilings done as well, I figured I would get a quote. Well, that did not go over well with hubs. While he is truly my best friend and who knew at age 20 I would be so intuitive (word of the day) to pick just the right life partner and father for my future children. And, he is really handy around the house. Also, he is not one of those guys who leave projects half done. But, (isn't there always a but) he is never home and when he is home, there are only like 2-3 hour windows to get any work done, so any one given project takes a solid 3 to 4 months to complete. Which can be truly painful. It took him 3 months to power wash, scrape the paint, sand and then paint our front porch last summer. And, we both hate the color now. Ok, back to my estimate on this paint job. So, so, not happening. He says, "When did this $100 job turn into a $1,000 job?" I said, well, "If we are getting the stairwell done, maybe we should get the ceilings done and the job would get done in a week and not 20 weeks."
Next morning, I spot hubs on the Lowes website looking at ladders. "So, you are really going to buy a ladder to paint the stairwell, even though you are a afraid of heights, and we have no idea what an estimate would even be," says me. 3 hours later he brought home the mother of all telescoping ladders (for $189) He sets it up in the stairwell to see how it would work and then got stuck between it and the railing (I was upstairs folding laundry and had no phone or camera on me or I would have taken a picture after I was done cackling at him). He had to carry it all the way up to fold it and carry it back down. Now it rests in.my.dining.room.
For the next 3 months or so, I have this lovely view from my kitchen. I should have just gotten the estimates without him knowing. At least, I would feel better about this situation.
#whycantijusthiresomeone
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Seriously What?
So, I was on the phone with my mom the other night. She asked how the weight thing was going. You know, the few extra lbs I have been unsuccessfully shedding. I said, "the same, it's annoying" I was not about to divulge I had in fact gained another pound. Then she goes into a "I remember turning 40 and how everything changed". blah.blah.blah. Then she says to me, "Well since I have lost so much weight in the past few months, we should just ship each other our clothes, you can have mine that are too big for me and I can have yours that are too tight for you." Yup, my mother requesting us to swap clothes. I do love my mother dearly and I sympathize with her current situation at home as it is not an ideal lifestyle (some other day, some other post) I commend (word of the day) her for trying to be humorous. Well, I hope she was trying to be humorous, but I really think she said it to annoy me. My 67 year old mother wants to swap clothes with me.
#seriouslymom
#seriouslymom
Monday, April 7, 2014
Seriously Cranky
I have been really cranky at home lately. I wish that this wasn't the case, but in fact, I keep finding myself snapping at my kids. I used to be on a med for my auto-immune issues that would help with chronic joint pain. I stopped taking it about 3 weeks ago in conjunction with being gluten-free so I would have a better "base line" for my health. Plus, being gluten-free is supposed to help with inflammation so I was just hoping I actually didn't need it anymore. But, I can't really decide. I do not have as severe joint pain in general, but I threw my back out 1 1/2 weeks ago (again) and that particular joint is terrible (sacral, left side) but the rest of me feels OK (word of the day) joint-wise but emotionally, I am leaving a lot to be desired.
Car and I just keep butting heads. MK and I seem OK for the most part, but that younger one can really push my buttons. Example: Saturday she found an over the shoulder sports bag in the basement. It looks something like this -
She asked if she could use it for school. I think I mentioned that my kids go to a Catholic school and that said school likes to send home several very heavy textbooks for studying and homework at least 4 nights a week. I said, "No way, you have to have a two shoulder bag for school." So, she switched all of her lacrosse equipment to it instead. Fast forward to the next day. She finds another one of these bags in the basement. Hubs gets a lot of freebies at cable events. She brings it up; decoratively duct tapes the front of it, then comes to show us her bag and how excited she is about it. I said it looks great. She shows her dad and then says, "Ok I am going to switch it over to my book bag now." Umm, "What?" This ended in a lot of stomps and door slamming, by me. Did I stifle her creativity, did I overreact to something not that big of a deal, and did I not choose my battle wisely? Yes, yes, yes. But I don't care. I am sick and tired of the blatant disregard for anything I say at all by the 10 year old. It is unraveling me at high speed. And, this is making me realize, I should probably be adding meds to my daily quota, not taking them away.
Car and I just keep butting heads. MK and I seem OK for the most part, but that younger one can really push my buttons. Example: Saturday she found an over the shoulder sports bag in the basement. It looks something like this -
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Seriously Delish
My mouth feels like my taste buds are exploding into fireworks right now, but in a good way. I sometimes make this bean salad referred to as Cowboy Caviar. I hate the name but it sure is tasty. Now that I have been gluten-free for almost 7 weeks*, I have needed to come up with more creative dining choices, especially for lunch. I made this traditional Cowboy Cav a few weeks ago and was in the mood again today. After preparing the dressing, I realized I did not have all of the ingredients, like 2 of the main ingredients, so I improvised and made my own.
Because I am so thoughtful (word of the day) I am going to share it with you all today. You.must.try.it. Then comment here so you can tell me what you thought.
HK's Black-Eyed Pea Salad
Ingredients
2 Tbs red-wine vinegar
1 1/2 tsp hot sauce (I used Tabasco - use less if you don't like things hot)
2 tsp olive oil
1 clove garlic minced
1 firm, ripe avocado
1/4 of a fresh lemon juice
1 can black-eyed peas (drained and rinsed)
1 cup sweet corn kernels (defrosted, or drained if canned)
2 tsp diced sweet onion
1/3 cup diced red pepper
1/3 cup diced cilantro
1 small jar marinated artichoke hearts drained and diced
salt and pepper to taste
Directions
1. In a large bowl, mix vinegar, hot sauce, oil and garlic. Toss to combine. Peel, pit and cut avocado into 1/2 inch pieces, add to dressing and mix gently. Squeeze juice of a 1/4 lemon over the avocado.
2. Add drained peas and corn to the mix. Add the chopped sweet onion, cilantro and artichoke. Gently mix. Add salt and pepper to taste.
3. Serve with gluten-free (or not) corn tortilla chips and/or put over lettuce. Enjoy!
*I weighed myself at week 6 and I have successfully gained an additional pound. I am eating less, more lean and green, exercise 4 days a week and I am up over 5 pounds total in 2 months. I hate being 40. #40seriouslysucks
Because I am so thoughtful (word of the day) I am going to share it with you all today. You.must.try.it. Then comment here so you can tell me what you thought.
HK's Black-Eyed Pea Salad
Ingredients
2 Tbs red-wine vinegar
1 1/2 tsp hot sauce (I used Tabasco - use less if you don't like things hot)
2 tsp olive oil
1 clove garlic minced
1 firm, ripe avocado
1/4 of a fresh lemon juice
1 can black-eyed peas (drained and rinsed)
1 cup sweet corn kernels (defrosted, or drained if canned)
2 tsp diced sweet onion
1/3 cup diced red pepper
1/3 cup diced cilantro
1 small jar marinated artichoke hearts drained and diced
salt and pepper to taste
Directions
1. In a large bowl, mix vinegar, hot sauce, oil and garlic. Toss to combine. Peel, pit and cut avocado into 1/2 inch pieces, add to dressing and mix gently. Squeeze juice of a 1/4 lemon over the avocado.
2. Add drained peas and corn to the mix. Add the chopped sweet onion, cilantro and artichoke. Gently mix. Add salt and pepper to taste.
3. Serve with gluten-free (or not) corn tortilla chips and/or put over lettuce. Enjoy!
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| I ate half of it for lunch today |
*I weighed myself at week 6 and I have successfully gained an additional pound. I am eating less, more lean and green, exercise 4 days a week and I am up over 5 pounds total in 2 months. I hate being 40. #40seriouslysucks
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Seriously Peace
I think I have mentioned that my house is not big, in fact, it is quite small, and I don't really have a problem with that considering I am the one who has to clean it. But, there are moments when I want just one more room, in the back, with a door that locks from the outside so I can just have some peace (word of the day).
Our "office" is one wall of our kitchen. I normally LOVE that our computer space is in our kitchen space as this is where we always are. I know what my kids are doing online, I can help them with homework, or stop them from watching one too many kitten videos on YouTube. But, because I am spending more time on the computer than I normally even do typing this blog, I have realized that sometimes I just want some privacy. So, I guess I need to add laptop to my list of wants (and $50K to put the addition on the back). I am currently typing day 18 of 30 this morning so that I can check blogging off my list of to do items today. While typing I have had Car over my shoulder, "What you doing mom? Blogging? Is it about me?" Why yes, dear, now it is. Hubs is listening to some country singer on YouTube, he says I can have the computer now, but he still wants to hear the song. But I, of course, just want some peace and quiet to think about what I am going to write. I put my head down on the counter to reiterate this point and when I pick it up, they are each over one of my shoulders reading the screen to mock me.
The song ends, Car and hubs are heading out for errands and finally I can concentrate. Hubs walks back in with the Bona box (hardwood floor mop that I ordered on amazon prime) sticking out of him and says, "Look hon, you still give me a Bona after 17 years of marriage."
#nonsense #dotheyevergrowup
Our "office" is one wall of our kitchen. I normally LOVE that our computer space is in our kitchen space as this is where we always are. I know what my kids are doing online, I can help them with homework, or stop them from watching one too many kitten videos on YouTube. But, because I am spending more time on the computer than I normally even do typing this blog, I have realized that sometimes I just want some privacy. So, I guess I need to add laptop to my list of wants (and $50K to put the addition on the back). I am currently typing day 18 of 30 this morning so that I can check blogging off my list of to do items today. While typing I have had Car over my shoulder, "What you doing mom? Blogging? Is it about me?" Why yes, dear, now it is. Hubs is listening to some country singer on YouTube, he says I can have the computer now, but he still wants to hear the song. But I, of course, just want some peace and quiet to think about what I am going to write. I put my head down on the counter to reiterate this point and when I pick it up, they are each over one of my shoulders reading the screen to mock me.
The song ends, Car and hubs are heading out for errands and finally I can concentrate. Hubs walks back in with the Bona box (hardwood floor mop that I ordered on amazon prime) sticking out of him and says, "Look hon, you still give me a Bona after 17 years of marriage."
#nonsense #dotheyevergrowup
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